"Forgive many things in others; nothing in yourself." – Ausonius
You are laughing. Forgiveness? You, Hochstetter? Yes, in fact. I forgive the simple-minded and weak-willed. Klink and his buffoon of a sergeant—these are not real men. They are sad, small things, shadows of Aryan manhood. Lacking perseverance and devotion to duty, how can they possibly serve the Third Reich?
In myself, however, I cannot tolerate weakness. Any hint of it must be quashed, silenced, and shouted into submission.
"Stentorian boy," my father once called me, and I do not think it was a compliment. Loud and sharp I am, though. In that respect, I am entirely my father's son.
